untitled poem

As beautiful as the stars, as painful as hope.

As lost as the woods, as handsome as Adonis.

As sweet as honey, as choking as the rope.

As cold as ice, as close to the heart as the undead promise.

I will never escape you.

I will lose myself behind your selective walls.

I will hold my heart together with screws.

Wanderlust,

I will tread these halls.

Overthinking.

Overloving.